a/n: as requested by BlueEyes444 AGES ago, with the song Hurt by Johnny Cash. I finally got around to it. XD (Although the song isn't really used - sorry!)

Also—I believe this pairing was found by Morghen, so, yeah—it's a part of Mew & Mor's Weird Pairings.

That is all.

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heartache & fairytales
VictoireLysander

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Fall head first
Like paper planes and playground games
-Starry Eyed, Ellie Goulding

There was a darkness that carefully began to surround him, etching its way around him so cleverly that no one knew. A darkness created by the tears that he's made girls shed, of hearts that he's broken (including his own) and of the fear of never finding somebody to love.

He knew he had a bad reputation.

But sometimes, he just couldn't help himself.

Because he's just looking for his happily ever after, something that everyone deserves, even if they try to find it and hurt so many people along the way.

(You do what you gotta do, right?)

He meets her when he's ten and she's thirteen and three years too old to play with him and Lily.

He disregards the blonde Veela, thinking that whatever, she's the one missing out.

She disregards the blonde Scamander, wondering does Teddy notice me in this?

That was the absolute, very beginning of their story.

But the beginning isn't the important thing. The beginning is full of wondering about the wrong person (a person who, in the end, will just break them down, into an almost nothingness.) and playground games and trying to impress someone other than themselves.

So we start in the middle, where he's just gaining his reputation as a heartbreaker and she's still completely ignoring him, dismissing him as a little boy with his heart too far down on his sleeve.

But somewhere along the way, they collide, their separate bubbles popping to form one, new bubble.

"You ass!" She screams as she approaches him. His friends leave immediately when they heard her yelling from several corridors down. No one wants to be around an angry Weasley (it was a smart move). "I don't care if you break Lily's or Roxanne's or whoever else's hearts, but you broke Dominique's and that's crossing the line, Scamander."

He isn't fazed one bit. "Look, would you rather I carried on, not feeling a thing, pretending and all that crap that I loved your sister? Because I didn't."

"Yes, actually, I would've," Victoire says as she places her hands on her hips.

He shrugs. "Look, you have Teddy, right?" She blushes. "True love and shit? Don't you want your sister to find something like that?"

"Yeah, but—"

"It wasn't me. Stop trying to make it be me."

She crosses her arms across her chest. "Fine. I can't not admit that you got a point there."

He smirks, in an ohso Slytherin like way. "Don't I?"

With that, he walks away, heading towards the Ravenclaw Common Room, and she heads back to help heal a broken-hearted sister.

(It's their first real interaction. Ever.)

He continues making a string of hearts that he's taken, molding and shaping them in the hopes that they become something different—something that he needs.

(Hoping that they'll become part of his happily ever after.)

She pretends not to notice.

She fails—she sees him around the castle, arms tucked around the body of a new girl in a flash of an eye.

She pretends she doesn't notice how all of her (female) cousins have fallen under this Ravenclaw Boy's spell.

(She fails yet again.)

She isn't sure how it happened.

(No, she does—she just claims that she doesn't.)

What she does know is that she was at the bar with some friends, mourning over her break up with Teddy (So much for true love and shit, eh?) when she sees him arrive. Its several years of her graduation, one after his, and his history is all but erased from her mind.

He's laughing, surrounded by friends, and its obvious that they've already been to a bar (completely drunk, the lot of them, or at least most of them) so she wonders why they've come to another one. She comes and sits on the stool next to her, and she tries to hide her face by looking done. It fails.

"Victoire Weasley, yeah?" He says as he peers over her. She gives up on her not-so-clever disguise.

She sighs. "Yeah."

"What're you doing here?"

"Mourning."

He's taken by surprise. "A death?"

She shakes her head no. "A relationship. Turns out Teddy and I weren't meant for fairytales and shit."

He laughs—she smacks him on the arm. "Ow!" He complains as he rubs it. "I can't believe you just hit me on the arm!"

"Just did."

"Whatever," he says as he pouts and takes a sip from his drink that just arrived. After a few minutes of silence, he says, with his hand out for her to take, "Care for a dance?"

She stands up and takes his hand. "Why not?"

From there, its all sort of a blur. She remembers laughing, smiling, dancing and—somehow—kissing.

They end up at his flat, strewing clothes off of each other, him leading the way to the bedroom.

She remembers all of this when she wakes up, his arm draped around her, him snoring lightly.

"Shit," she murmurs.

She gets up suddenly, searching for her clothes, waking him up in the process.

Just as she's putting on her boots, he says, "Where're you going?"

"Home," she replies flatly.

"Oh, come on, Tori," she shoots him a look when he calls her Tori, but he either doesn't catch it or ignores it. "Stay. For a little while, at least."

She gives him a pointed look, hurriedly putting on her coat. "No."

"Why?"

She sighs and stops what she's doing, remembering him at Hogwarts. "Because you are a heartbreaker. And I don't want mine to be part of your collection."

He gets up, then, walks towards her and puts his hands on her arms.

"Your different. You always were." She shoves his hands away. "Can't we at least try this?"

"I don't know, Lysander. You broke my sister's heart—my cousins, too—how can I trust you?"

He shrugs. "I don't know. I can't make you trust me. You have to find a way to trust me yourself."

She wraps her arms around herself, and stares at the door, then back at him. "Goodbye, Lysander."

The cycle got flipped.

He's the one with the broken heart this time.

Exactly a month later, she gets a letter from him.

Go out with me, Tori?

-L.R.S.

She knows who its from, and sits at her desk, weaving the pencil through her hands, trying to decide what to do, for hours on end, until, finally—

Yes.

-Victoire

(And stop calling me Tori!)

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